“You shouldn’t expect much of him . He’s…he’s damaged .”Damaged . What a horrible word . Like a car after a wreck…It was how I’d been feeling myself . Slightly ruined , a big mess .
siiiiigh . lebron got MVP .
i’m honestly ashamed that this is stuck in my head =x but it’s so catchy .
I am a work in progress .
maybe even a blank slate .
I’m still in the beginning stages of whatever evolution my life will encounter .
is it still a work in progress if the final product isn’t a masterpiece ?
what did van gogh do with the canvases that were no good ?
whatever happened to the songs that mozart felt were worthless ?
where are the crumbled balls of paper that emily dickinson and william shakespeare threw away ?
what do we call those ?
they aren’t really works in progress if they were never finished .
they’re just .. incompletes .
an unfinished masterpiece really can’t be constituted as a masterpiece .
I can’t imagine van gogh throwing away the first few strokes of “starry night” .
would music be the same if rimsky-korsakov threw out the first few staffs of “the flight of the bumblebee” ?
fuck .
I mean , every canvas can’t become a work of art .
so who says I even am a work in progress ?
I could just be a walking incomplete .
I could just be a blank white canvas that will never be filled with the perfect paint strokes .
those odds are good .
but the lesser odds , in fact , are that I’ll someday find my inner beethoven .
goddamn yeezy , how i hit em with the new style . know that motherfucker well , what you gonna do now ? whatever I wanna do , gosh it’s cool now .
“U.R.A. Fever” Remdog Remix // The Kills .
my new ringtone .
my obsession with this is just …. siiigh .
“I want to know how many scars you have
and memorize the shape of your tongue .
I want to climb the curve of your lower back
and count your vertebrae
your ribs
your fingers
your goosebumps .
I want to chart the topography of your anatomy
and be fluent in your body language .
I want you , entire .”
(Source: marcell12)
